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My older brother is finally getting sober after years struggling with alcohol and occasional pill abuse. That’s great. What’s less awesome is that his “making amends” step has led to a few revelations of things I didn’t even know he did. When the stereo got stolen out of my car a few years back, I assumed it was a random break-in. NOPE! It was my big brother. He also apparently stole money out of my wallet several times when I was in high school and home from college, and–this is the big one–he apparently hooked up with my senior-year girlfriend when he was wasted (neither of them ever told me until now). I want to support him in his recovery, but I’m pissed and hurt. More

Remember the first time you saw your real, post-college paycheck? Your reaction was likely either something along the lines of “Shit. Thanks Obama! This is why we can’t have nice things.” For Hannah Horvath, it was more like, “Holy shit! This is why writers do advertorial! I’m rich, let’s party!!” More